They play over and over in your head, like sound bytes stuck on a loop. You want to turn them off, but find yourself feeling strangely disloyal to those who spoke the words.
After all, shouldn’t your mother know best? Or your father? Or that spouse, or teacher, or boss, or sibling, or classmate? They know you, right? So their words must surely be weighted with truth…right?
All those words that said that you’re not good enough or smart enough or talented enough, the ones that measure your worth by your weight or your hair or the face God gave you…
And the words that misunderstood you, the words that condemned your confidence as arrogance, or your tenderness as weakness, or your simplicity as stupidity…
Or the words that scoffed at your desires, the things you love and value, the things that make you feel alive…
And the words that implied that if you would be like someone else, someone less you, it would be so much better…
All those words, words, words. You hear them, and you hear the tone in which they were spoken, even though many of them stopped ringing through the atmosphere years ago. They are like arrows in your heart, because you want to be more, you’ve always wanted to be more, but the words make it clear that you are less and you’ll never be anything other than less and your attempts at more are pathetic.
The words feel true. You hear them, even in the echoes of your memory, and they feel truer than the air you breathe.
But…what if those words are wrong?
What if those words speak more of the person who said them than of you?
What if you were born into a world at war and you have an enemy who wants to be certain you never achieve the marvelous potential, the magnificent destiny that God has for you?
And what if that enemy’s only real power lies in getting you to agree with the things he says so that your behavior and your words and your entire life reflect his thieving death prophecy over you, and you then interact with the world carrying a heart infected with his poison?
What if the only thing standing in the way of the glorious more you long to be is an agreement with a hateful being who is malicously attempting to block your destiny so that you think small, believe small, live small, and leave no impact of light when you leave this earth?
Take a deep breath. And slowly let it out.
It is a brave, brave thing to decide to be disagreeable with the enemy of your soul. But when you do, you shift alliances and allegiances, and you adopt the words of the Eternal, of Love, of a true Dad who is very, very good.
You are here on purpose.
I have a wildly wonderful plan for your life.
You are enough, because I am enough.
You have access to the same power that raised My Son from the dead.
I treasure everything about you, even the parts that are still in process.
When you align yourself with Me, I will back you up with My goodness and love and power .
I believe in you, and I will never abandon you even if others do, or even if you think you deserve it.
You are wildly, passionately, intimately loved and completely accepted—every part of you.
He is not like humans. He never tells a lie. The words He speaks over you, the thoughts of you in His heart, are all true and good. And maybe you feel like you can’t trust anyone, but I promise you—you can trust Him. You won’t always understand Him, and sometimes it’s nearly impossible to see what He’s up to, but you can live knowing that whatever it is, He has your back, and in the end He will work it out in a way that delivers His goodness into your life.
So for once in your life, don’t even try to be polite. Don’t negotiate with terrorists, and don’t concern yourself with being nice.
Dare to be disagreeable.